Poem-a-(week)day, #13
Vast
and empty
as a desert
my memory of her
stretches itself out before me
her face, blank canvas
but blind emotion
sculpts her
silhouette
Vast
and empty
as a desert
my memory of her
stretches itself out before me
her face, blank canvas
but blind emotion
sculpts her
silhouette
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